You are like a flower that has many fragrances within it Your scent permeates my whole being Thank you for decorating my life with the colors of your love I love how you have blossomed through my nurture and care by being true to your deepest needs Watchi...
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The Dawn of Apollo
a poem or shall I say psalm on how I imagine gods take care of their morning bonersA stray tulip in a meadow near a river framed by smooth, gray stones, Like a path made of water Petals blush-bright open up and out - toward the sun … like flirting with the light Apollo, his curiosity, and his grace, as gentle as his kiss … or his favor...
Outside the glass walls bolts of ice-white lightening fracture the roiling gray clouds. In the humid greenhouse, her head reels from the chaos of exotic colors and scents. Atop the potting bench, she nestles into the mound of dark, rich soil. Eyes closed...
I should apologise, I really should. Two days since I’ve last seen or heard her. Alright, that settles it: I’m going over now. Red roses and sparkling wine? Oh man, she’ll melt in my arms. It’s worked before and it’ll work again. Fool-proof. Grab this shi...
Why The Flowers Are Red
Two gods decided to bless an empty world with their love.It was on the barren plains where they first touched. But touching is only ever the beginning. The two gods laid upon the ground, letting their bodies merge together in lover’s embrace. Their passion made the world move with every thrust, each cry of ecst...
The sun was warm on her back, the scent of the poppies heady and strong. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to commit the smell to her memory.The cock inside her was big and hard. The hands holding her hips strong and rough, the fingers calloused. She...
Afternoon Distraction
Just a ride in the countryAll I know is that she shrieked, “OMG LOOK AT THOSE, can we stop?” The second the car rolled to a stop she was out and in the field. The next thing WHAM and she was naked and I am laying in a field of poppies. I mean, not that I am complaining, turns out...
My Love Of Bushes
As unusual as it may seem, it seems normal to me.Telling my story will be a bit difficult, and some of you may find it weird, some may even think I am nuts. But, I assure you, I’ll be horny when I’ve finished.Not exactly sure how it all started but I think I’ve hated clothes all my life. Apparently, eve...
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Descent Into Darkness
Arianna, the woodland fairy, succumbs to a warlock's magic in an attempt to save her kind.For over a thousand years, the growth of urbanization and industrialization has all but destroyed many forests around the world. The more humans advanced, the more they destroyed the world around them. Many woodland type creatures have either been trapp...
Florally Speaking...
Say it with flowers!I hear roses are red,and some violets are blue,which has nothing to do with how I feel for you. Wisteria’s purple,Queen Anne’s Lace is white.I hope that you knowthat I think you’re alright! Gardenias sure smell nice,sexy and sweet,but when it comes to tho...
Your Love is Like the Snow Drops
Love is in the air in the early springYour love is like the snow drops, standing on parade, Your kisses are like the crocus, lighting up the glade I would pick you, if I could and put you in my pocket, Else I would snip your fair bloom, and put it in a locket You are my posey, your fragrance...
Pretty, Little Flower
A sensual, romantic, and soothing shower for two.Join me in the shower, For an hour or so, My pretty, little flower, Now is not the time to go. Scented oils and lotions, Await you on their tray, To scrub you with emotion, And rub away the day. Come sip your favorite wine, My pretty, little flower, To so...
Our Secret Garden
The beauty and passion of the gardenThe evening breeze, wafting over orange blossomMixed with the aroma of blackcurrant leavesThe birds and the bees, in midst of garden’s bosomA gift for you, a spray of freshly-cut sweet peas The thyme and the rosemary, oregano and tarragonA herbarium of lo...
Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the s...
Petals and Thorns
Sometimes, you can't help yourself.A boisterous crowd of eight, sexy, young ladies entered the elevator I was riding down to the lobby in. They were all in their mid-twenties, dressed in skin tight, little black dresses, and black stilettos. They were obviously eager to kick off a night of...